A piece of paper

Chapter 56 Who's there
As soon as the tracing red book with the LOGO of Qingchengshanyuan was born, many families with elementary school students from Kaimeng flocked to it. Most of them were mothers with their sons, hot moms in their early twenties, holding the heads of four or five-year-old Xiaoguapi, followed by or It was the mother-in-law, or the maidservant, four or five of them mighty, just to buy some tracing red books for the family's little ancestors - this formation reminded Xian Jin of the Xinhua Bookstore in his previous life before school started.

Some hot mothers went to the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard's name, holding a tracing red book, and wanted to talk to Xian Jin, "Shopkeeper, your book is really dedicated to the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard?"

Xian Jin said with a smile, "Look at what you said, Chen Ji has been in Jing County for almost three generations, and people from the village can still lie to you?"

Opening a book casually, pointing to the printed characters on the first row, he said with a smile, "This word was written by a new student from Qingcheng Mountain Academy!"

The hot mom leaned over to watch, a little excited, "Qingcheng Mountain Academy also accepts children? I thought only the quasi-talented men who can pass the entrance examination can go in to study!"

Xian Jin smiled and nodded, "It's true."

Xian Jin lowered his eyes and glanced at the ignorant melon skin next to the hot mother, and couldn't help smiling sincerely, "The children recruited by Qingcheng Mountain Institute are all selected by Qiao Shanzhang himself, and the talents and talents must be extremely top-notch. Enroll in Qingcheng Mountain Academy in advance."

The ignorant Guapitou didn't understand anything, blinked and blinked like a puppy, grinning at Xianjin, showing a bright smile.

Xian Jin resisted the urge to pinch his little cheek, praised the cute puppy in his heart, turned his head and brainwashed his mother without martial ethics, "Young master used the tracing red book approved by the Qingcheng Mountain Academy, maybe, He can also be recruited in advance, and from now on, Haofeng will use his strength to send him to Qingyun, and become the first number one scholar in our county!"

After thinking about it, he added, "Is the young master four or five years old?"

The hot mom nodded hurriedly, "Four and a half years old! A month ago, Li Xiucai, the head of the village, was hired!"

Xian Jin nodded profoundly, "You're not too young. The young master Qiao Shan was only 15 years old when he passed the Xie Yuan exam—there's not much time left for the young master!"

The hot mom was knocked unconscious by Xian Jin's irresponsible tricks. When she lowered her head, she seemed to see her own melon skin with big red flowers on her head, a golden apron around her waist, and a horse returning home in fresh clothes. After listening to Xian Jin's words, she felt a sense of urgency. But born.

Gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, he slapped his hands on the counter.

"purchase!"

"Give me a hundred tracing books!"

Turning to look at Xiaoguapidanzi again, "We write three hundred big characters every day, do you hear me?"

For 5000 years in China, the heart of chicken baby will never change.

Xiao Guapi understood what he said, turned his mouth down, broke down and cried in an instant.

He Xianjin was making calculations with a loving face, while coaxing the little Guapidanzi, "Oh, see you, poor boy, when you get older, come to Auntie's house to buy big paper! When the time comes to study scriptures and lecture notes, one piece The article is several thousand words——

Keep all the papers from my aunt's house for the young master! "

Xiaoguapi cried even louder.

On Tuesday, the dog was coming out of the workshop to display the goods. After listening to the bad taste of his shopkeeper, he took a silent step back.

scary... scary...

Shopkeeper, you will be punished for scaring children like this!
...

There are also those who are not babysitters and bring their cubs to buy tracing red books.

For example, Zhang Wenbo is famous for all the fun and money in his pocket.

He also placed an order for a hundred copies of red ink.

Xian Jin couldn't understand, and reminded him again and again, "...this is for children to practice calligraphy."

Bo'er nodded calmly, "I know."

Xian Jin said again, "You are already studying at Qingcheng Mountain Academy, so you don't need Zhanshan Academy's book spirit."

Bo'er was as calm as an old monk in his arms, "I know."

Xian Jin laughed, "Then why did you buy it!"

Bo'er cast a sideways glance at Xian Jin, "I am willing, I am willing, I have money."

Xianjin: "."

He didn't know how to put it, so he killed Bo'er ruthlessly—by the way, he pushed Sun Shun to find fault with him, and she asked Suo'er to take out the three or four pieces of paper that had been kept in the shop but could not be sold.

Zhang Wenbo cheerfully accepted all the orders.

When Chen Jianfang finished school, Xianjin told Chen Jianfang about the strange incident while eating red date and agate cake.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jianfang pursed his lips and laughed, coughed twice, and told Xian Jin not to worry, "...the Liuzhangxuan he won back then, someone wanted to buy it for 20 taels, and he was always afraid that you would lose money. Support Chen Kee is here"

Since Liuzhangxuan was born last time, many people came to Chen Ji to inquire about buying, Xian Jin declined all of them, and only said to wait for the next time Chen Ji releases the "blind bag" - something that anyone can buy, is it still a good thing? ?

The preciousness of goods depends on building momentum.

Who will build momentum?

Not yet a person who sells things.

For dear Bo'er's worries, Xian Jin expressed that he was very moved and at the same time very angry--she will not lose even if the king of heaven loses money!

The sales of the tracing red books are better than expected. Taking advantage of the beginning of spring, various schools and private schools start, and they can basically sell three to four hundred copies a day. Xianjin placed an order for another three thousand copies to Xiaocao Village, and finished the love dinner made by Zhang Ma. , After dinner, take a walk to the printing workshop to encourage and encourage the boss who rushes to work all night and has squinted eyes.

The owner of the printing workshop, surnamed Shang, was white, fat, and short, like a short pile.

As his surname is, he is very upright.

Every time Xian Jin goes, he will give Xian Jin two early-printed ancient romance novels.

This boss is also smart, he only stuffed the upper part of the novel, and kept the middle and lower parts for Xianjin to ask for.

When Xian Jin chased after him so much that he scratched his head and asked for the second half, Boss Shang cried out, "...the printing can't be finished, it can't be printed at all!"

"Five hundred copies were printed all night yesterday! Another five hundred copies were given away today! Look—"

Boss Shang stretched out his hand, his fat paws were stained like lumps of carbon with ink, he felt aggrieved, "I used to take good care of myself, and I secretly applied my wife's barley water every day! Now, take a look! See for yourself!" "

Think about it for yourself, is working overtime at 996 atonement for the crime of stealing your daughter-in-law’s barley water?

Xian Jin put his hands behind his back and smiled, "If you don't have any business, you should be anxious, and if you have business, you should be anxious—it's spring now, private schools and academies have just finished the New Year's Eve, and they are opening their doors, accepting a lot of newly enlightened children. After half a year, children Let’s get started slowly, there is no need to paint red and draw words, and our business is not so full, you should reach out and ask me—look at me! There is no business, my hands are starved and thin Already!"

Boss Shang raised his head and laughed.

He really liked this little girl.

With a cheerful smile anytime, anywhere, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, no matter how big an issue is in her hands, she can pass it lightly.

When he was rushing to work, one of his clerk's hands was scraped by a guillotine, and a large piece of flesh was scraped off his right hand, and the blood dripped onto the printing plate. , I am also afraid that this guy will break his right hand and lose the way to support his family.

This little girl calmly and quickly tore off her cuffs, twisted her clothes into ropes, first tied up the guy's right hand tightly, then took the taels of silver, and ordered the two guys to run away with one hand and one foot Shanyaotang, after dealing with it, hurried to the guy's house, immediately put down ten taels of silver, and said a few words to the guy's mother, wife and children——

"Don't worry, the person in charge of your family was injured at work, and he will be treated for 100 taels of silver, or 500 taels of silver. As long as the doctor says what he needs, Chen Ji will give it to him."

"If the right hand really can't be kept, Chen Ji will also hire him to carry firewood, carry water, and do miscellaneous fires. Whatever he can do, Chen Ji will hire him to do whatever he can, and guarantee that he will have a job for the rest of his life."

A few words, but it was like feeding a big reassurance into the mouths of these panicked women.

Amitabha, fortunately, that guy is fine, and he can go to work after taking the medicine for a few days.

It was a minor accident.

But who doesn't praise, Chen Ji has handled this matter properly, and it's done well!
Later, the guy came to ask him insincerely, if he could think of a way to put him in Chen Ji to work?
Boss Shang, who was inexplicably pried into the corner of the wall, was not angry at all-not to mention the buddy, he himself wanted to stuff himself into Chen Ji!
Be the bullshit boss!

Terrified, I begged my father to sue my grandma to find a business. If I couldn’t find a business, I couldn’t pay my wages. I continued to beg my father to sue my grandma...

Oh shit!

It's an endless loop!

Following Chen Jiqian is different.

In his half life, Old Shang has had two glorious occasions. Once, when his son was admitted as a scholar, he took real money and silver to help his son donate a subordinate official in the county government. He said that he was also a famous official. Son; the second time is now, there is endless work to be done every day, and endless money to be made, so he doesn't need to worry about where the business comes from at all.

People's business flies into the bowl by itself!
and many more?

son?

his son?

Lao Shang rubbed his fat belly, squinted at the little girl Chen Ji.

The skin is white and black, the lips are red and the teeth are white. The most obedient is the eyes, which are not very big but very beautiful.

He couldn't squeeze himself in, but
Old Shang laughed, patted his stomach like a watermelon, and asked casually, "I heard that Mr. Chen treated shopkeeper He very well, like a father and daughter?"

Xian Jin was holding a newly printed tracing red book to read, facing the light, because the paper was thick, he couldn't see through at all, so he nodded in satisfaction, listened to Boss Shang's question, and nodded with a smile, "The third master has nothing to say to me, if Not biological father and daughter, such a big workshop in Jingxian County, it is not possible for a child to be the head of the family."

Old Shang squinted his eyes again, and the old god said with emotion, "The third master is an open-minded man, very successful, and smart. I always want to drink a pot of wine with him."

Is it worth it?
Also smart?
Is this Chen Fu?
Xian Jin looked at Boss Shang with strange eyes, and said in a daze, "Then let me make an appointment for you?"

Boss Shang smiled and waved his hands, "Don't bother Shopkeeper He, next time I will make an appointment by myself."

Xian Jin scratched his head, very puzzled.As soon as I went out, I touched the dark crimson cloth bag with two thin books inside, and I became happy again—Boss Shang is so kind, he is 996, and he still remembers to give her spiritual food!

Walking back to the shop, it was dark, and the crescent moon and stars in the northeast were sporadic, matching like an oil painting carefully laid out on a drawing board.

After Xian Jin stopped to appreciate the beautiful scenery beside the skyline seriously, he walked into the shop.

Now that the number of customers has increased, Xian Jin asked Tuesday Dog and a few leg pendants to sort out the drawers and papers put out in the shop, so as to make room for customers.

On Tuesday, the dog carried the chest of drawers on its shoulders, propped up its waist, and saw a dark shadow poking out its head furtively at the door, and couldn't help shouting angrily, "Who's there!"

　Minor revisions were made to the previous chapter.

　　
　
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